I Don't Need the Dickstraction

We sat.
He pulled me close.
His hand slightly cupped my outer thigh.
(Yeah dude, I noticed).
I've been thinking about this for a spell.
Not daydreaming or swooning,
but more like..
"hmm."
His Manfidence was apparent,
(Which I find super attractive).
He commented on how great I looked.
(His eyes said it too).

I have so much work to do. Getting involved in a romantic pursuit?

Not the goal.

I've been in project purgatory for months now.
I must stay focused (!) and complete these undertakings.

Still.
(Ok, maybe I'm a little swoonish)

It was,
Slow.
Sensual.
Just the right amount of pressure.

I could tell he's probably great in bed by the way he hugged me.




I'M NEVER CALLING HIM AGAIN.

May I Feel?

may i feel said he

(i'll squeal said she

just once said he)

it's fun said she

(may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he)

why not said she

(let's go said he

not too far said she

what's too far said he

where you are said she)

may i stay said he

(which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

may i move said he

is it love said she)

if you're willing said he

(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he

but your wife said she

now said he)

ow said she

(tiptop said he

don't stop said she

oh no said he)

go slow said she

(cccome? said he

ummm said she)

you're divine! said he

(you are Mine said she)

E.E. Cummings

1894-1962

 -WTS.